Page 69 of The Sorrow of Shadows

His hiss, then groan, tells me I’ve broken skin, but also that he likes the pain. I grin at him and do it again. I didn’t think it was possible to thrust any harder than he already was, but he proves me wrong as it sends him into a frenzy.

To my surprise, I feel another climax building. My inner walls flutter, and I see his eyes widen at the sensation.

“I can feel you gripping me like a vice, little demon. Be a good girl and come for me again.” His words and praise are all I need to find myself tipping over the edge once again. This orgasm is so intense that my vision starts to blur and darken at the edges right as I see his hand twitch, but I’m too caught up in pleasure to think about what lesser magic he was using just now.

“Aurelius!” I scream his name as my back arches off the bed shadows tear out of me, blanketing the room in darkness.

I feel his thrusts turn erratic and desperate before he shutters his release just moments behind mine, my name on his lips. His head drops forward until our foreheads meet, our breathing erratic and hearts racing.

He lowers my legs from his shoulders but doesn’t remove his still partially hardened cock from inside me. Tender kisses are peppered along my jaw and cheeks before he finally takes my lips in one last passionate kiss.

“Mine,” he growls. Just as I felt earlier—a claiming.

“Yours,” I agree, nodding slightly.A claiming I’m apparently agreeing to in my lust-induced haze.

“I could stay buried in you forever. I think I might.” He chuckles and continues kissing my face.

“You have to let me up at some point.”

“Never,” he says, nipping my bottom lip playfully.

I shove his shoulder gently, trying to move him off me. “I have to pee, Aurelius.”

With that, he finally relents, pulling out of me and rolling onto the bed. The sudden loss of him leaves behind an emptiness I wasn’t expecting.

On shaky legs, I stand slowly, relishing the burn and ache in all my muscles. Apparently, it’s too quick, seeing that I stumble, my legs still not ready to hold my full weight.

I hear Aurelius's arrogant chuckle behind me. “You alright there, Princess?”

“Wonderful, you cocky asshole.” I smile sweetly back at him.

He lets out a full laugh, and I leave the room to relieve myself.

Once I’ve done my business and cleaned the evidence of our joining off myself, I return to my bedroom. Aurelius is still lounging on the bed, staring at me with hungry eyes. They travel up and down my body as I make my way back to him.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

BREYLA

The warm kisses working down my spine are the first sensation I’m aware of as consciousness slowly greets me. The second is the growing erection pressing against my ass. We fell asleep naked and tangled together, but waking up this way is even better.

I’m on my side, his muscled form tightly pressed against my back. I moan softly and arch my back into his hard length. A low chuckle greets me, but he says nothing, continuing to kiss up and down my spine while pressing himself against my ass. Calloused hands trail up my side and massage my breasts. He bites down on the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Whimpers leave my lips as I rock my hips back into him in a clear demand for more. The hand playing with my hardened nipple trails down my side to lift my top leg and swipe a finger through the liquid arousal pooling between my thighs.

“Please,” I beg, my voice breathy.

He says nothing but gives into my plea and drives his dick into me in one smooth thrust.

I let out something between a sigh and moan at the feeling of fullness, of rightness, of home I get from being connected to him. We both let out moans as he rocks into me, filling me over and over until I’m panting.

His thrusts become punishing as long fingers tangle in my hair, and he jerks my head back to kiss me. The kiss is nearly as punishing and brutal as his fucking, demanding and hot as his tongue explores every inch of my mouth.

Something feels different about this joining than our first. Everything feels more intense and simultaneously hazy. “This is a dream,” I moan. He just grunts in confirmation and increases his pace, retaking my mouth.

I feel my orgasm growing, and my inner walls squeeze around his length. He moans into my mouth as his free hand reaches down for my clit and begins massaging in quick, delicious circles.

I scream my release into his kiss, and he follows me over the edge just moments later.

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